Chapter 41 Silver Mask
Although Vincenzo is old, he is not short in stature.
He walked in front of Luann, blocking her line of sight.
When Luann heard this, she knew someone was definitely here. She guessed it was the student the old man had been incessantly talking about.
She slightly turned her head, her black hair cascading down her shoulders, accentuating her fair and delicate face.
However, she only saw a figure walking into the changing room without looking back.
"Hello?"
Luann called out with suspicion, but the person didn't even turn their head.
Vincenzo turned his head to look, his expression immediately darkening.
This Myron, he might not like women, but he wouldn't disrespect him like this, right?
"Cough... "
Vincenzo was about to speak.
Myron beat him to it, "Sorry, it's getting late, I'll go change clothes first. You must be Luann, right? Call me F."
"F??"
Luann was utterly dumbfounded.
Who uses a single letter to represent their name?
This guy must dislike her, so he purposely pulled off this act.
Vincenzo was about to reveal Myron's real name, but turned his thoughts
This F is the old man's only student, and is bound to make a grand appearance.
Luann didn't intend to steal his thunder; she voluntarily brought up this matter.
Myron stiffened, recalling the conversation he just had with Vincenzo, regretting it deeply now!
If only he had known that Vincenzo was referring to Luann, he wouldn't have kept refusing.
"Let's go together. This is the teacher's final performance, and I want to give him a perfect ending."
A flicker of surprise crossed Luann's shining eyes.
"But the old man told me that you didn't want to go with me..."
Myron interrupted her, saying, "He misunderstood."
"Oh, okay then."
Luann closed her mouth, puffed her cheeks, looking adorable.
Myron pulled out the sheet music and handed it to her.
"We might be a little pressed for time. The whole performance will be three hours, so we must seize the opportunity to rehearse."
Luann took it, glanced over it, with no fluctuations in her tone.
"I'm familiar with this piece, so I won't hold you back."
A slight smile curved Myron' lips.
"That's good then."
Just then, her phone rang—it was a call from Holly.
Luann stood up.
"I'll go and escort my friend to her seat. Please wait a moment."
"Mm."
Luann went around from backstage to the entrance and saw Holly anxiously looking around.
"Over here."
Luann waved at her and handed her the ticket.
"It's in the middle of the third row."
Holly made an expression as if blowing a kiss, saying, "Hehe, I knew you'd take care of me the most! Let's go, help me find my seat."
"Okay."
By now, more people had started to gather. Luann linked her arm with Holly's, attempting to cut through the crowd.
However, Holly keenly spotted someone and exerted a slight force on her arm, changing Luann's intended direction and leading them to the two people ahead.
And then...
She lifted her foot and ruthlessly stomped on the person's heel.
"Ah!"
Juliet screamed in pain.
She was wearing a pair of black flats today, and her delicate feet couldn't withstand this kind of treatment.
Sure enough, when she looked down, her heel was already scraped!
Holly held her head high, exuding an air of dominance.
"Boo hoo, Wilber, she stepped on me."
Juliet immediately teared up, pulling at Wilber's sleeve with a pitiful expression, while glaring at Luann with accusing eyes.
Wilber's face darkened, his expression cold.
"Luann, can you stoop any lower?"
"If you can't confront someone head-on, resorting to dirty tricks?"
"You're capable of doing such things too?"
"What? You also want to meddle in and listen to the piano composition?"
"You should take a good look at yourself. Not a drop of artistic sensibility in you
"No, do you understand?" Luann raised her cold gaze.
"Is this your family's? Who cares?"
"I think you shouldn't be a boss anymore, be a security guard instead."
"After all, you're quite idle."
"And also, look in the mirror more often."
"So you don't daydream during the day."
